i couldnt move my arm at all. out of all my injuries this shoulder thing was the worst right now. especially since i had my arms tied up above my head so it hurt my arms and shoulder. all i could think about was how dahlia felt having to hear that, i hope she called someone.

or maybe she doesnt care and just kinda ended the call. god i hope not.

but also lizzie. she must be worried and all that. i just felt bad for being an inconvenience like we were about to start filming in Atlanta, we were happy everything was going well. and then this happens.

"whats your phone password brat" my father said walking into the room with my phone in hand.

"w- why do you n-need that" i croaked out. struggling to lift my head to look at him, as soon as i did my vision tunneled slightly and there was dots and colours. i saw my father, balding with a beer belly. a stained singlet that smelled of sweat pulled over his torso.

"thats not important" he growled. rolling his eyes he tried a couple numbers before an evil smirk pulled across his face. he clearly got in. he started scrolling through the phone till the man pointed the camera towards me. taking a photo and sending it to someone.

that in its self made my anxiety rise. who did he send it to, please say he didnt post it anywhere. but he didnt stop there he continued going on my phone before SHIT HE WAS CALLING SOMEONE.

"NO PLEASE STOP" i yelled at him wanting no one to see me like this. "p-please" i sobbed begging him to not burden and traumatize anyone else. the man propped the phone up taking his belt off.

the person picked up quickly. oh lizzie.

i started crying hysterically and so did she when my father started hitting me again. he punched my head and my stomach so much i felt like throwing up. before he whipped my back. its sick to compare it but id much rather him whipping me then punching me. the whips stung then went numb the punches ached and throbbed.

i opened my eyes for a second to see lizzie struggling to breathe but not being able to take her eyes off the screen. i tried to make it look like this hurt less then it actually did but it was really hard to.

i heard her start talking but it was drowned out by the ringing in my ears. my head hung low as my father made some slashes across my bicep and arm. soon i saw scarletts face grabbing the phone off liz and the blond had millions of emotions flying around her head. the call ended and i was very grateful they didnt have to see that anymore. i probably look like shit.

"DINNER HONEY" my mother yelled walking into the room with two plates. my dad threw his belt over my shoulder like i was a some coat rack and went to grab his dinner.

the pair sat across from me in the comfy office chairs eating their meals while looking right at me. i couldnt suppress my sobs as i hung there in pain.

"when did you become such a whiner shut up my god" my mother complained throwing her cold drink on me. i bit my tounge trying to stop the tears that freely flowed from my eyes but i couldnt stop it.

lizzies pov

after we contacted the police and the host of this house so they could send us any security footage of the kidnapping as well as sending them money for the broken light i left to hide in my room whilst scarlett argued with the cops so that they started looking for her as they said you had to wait 24 hours to file a missing persons case.

i promised to keep her safe, i promised her they wouldnt find her. and now what, now shes taken by those horrid people doing who knows what to her. she could be on the brink of death for all i know.

as my thoughts started getting louder and louder i started panicking more and more. that was until my phone started ringing and i leapt across the room as soon as a noticed y/n was calling me.

i answer the face time and start crying hoping it was her needing me to pick her up again, hoping she escaped. but the sight i saw was something id never expect. as soon as y/n saw me she started bawling. a hand flew to my mouth as her dad started abusing her. i could tell as she tried to hide it but i knew her. i knew that look. she was in pain. i started screen recording the face time to have a video of his face and actions.

the abuse made me physically sick to my stomach. i felt like i needed to puke when scarlett came in. her face turned sympathetic as she saw me shrunk down to the floor practically in fetal position crying my eyes out.

but then she saw the phone. the blond started crying as well i could tell she was seeing this through my eyes like this was her daughter in this position. she took a photo of the guy again before hanging up.

the woman sat down on the ground bringing me into a massive comforting hug. "on the bright side we know they havent gone out of town. otherwise they'd still be driving yeah?, shes close we will find her" she comforted. i nodded resting my head on her shoulder.

"im going to talk to that police officer we talked too earlier and send them this so they can do their magic okay, we're close"

y/ns pov

2 hours later and my parents leave the room when lila sneaks in. i didn't even want to look at her right now. deep down i know it isn't ALL her fault but all my mind wants to believe is that without her none of this would have happened.

but i guess some good came out of this as i now have my lizzie and the cast. but still did i deserve all this just to get that. probably. but that's not the point. the point is that i couldn't even look at her without getting filled with rage and jealously.

"can we talk'